Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.